The problem with cats 8/8

She threw a fireball big enough to have roasted a dragon and would certainly have killed her target if it had connected.

Jennifer Jane’s safety spell took her straight back to the witches’ Home guard room in a very bad temper. “Help clean this lot off me would you please,” she asked the very astonished witch on guard duty.

“Hey wait a minute;” said the guard once Jennifer Jane was clean again, “you can’t just go you know!”

“I know I shouldn’t, but I’m in a hurry to sort out a nasty cheat.”

She used the very dangerous instant transport spell, that she’d learned when Abigail had taken her to clear up the trouble she’d caused by growing crops too quickly such a long time ago.

Fortunately she’d remembered it correctly and the witch was still walking down the road back to her home as Jennifer Jane arrived behind her. She prepared her spell then called out.

“Hey cheat, look round here.”

The witch turned round and just had time to look very surprised and then a bit scared, before Jennifer Jane let fly with her revenge. The old lady shrank into a small heap of fur on the roadway.

“Now you know what it feels like to be a cat, only there aren’t any other witches around here who are going to help you get back to normal, are there?”

The cat charged straight at her spitting in fury, but Jennifer Jane just laughed and floated out of reach, six feet up in the air.

“I can understand you of course, but no one else will. Never mind I daresay there’s plenty to eat for a cat in these woods. It jolly well serves you right for messing me about. At least the road will be free for the carriers in future and maybe one of them will find you and take you in as a pet. Your problem is that nobody will know who you really are and the problem with cats is that you won’t be able to tell them!”